By David Roth
© 10th February, 2011
I’d shown more restraint in my life,
at times when temptation’d implore
me to stab at some fanciful, half cocked idea
left me lying out cold on the floor.
Or If only…
I’d listened to more sound advice
at the threshold of choices I made
pausing once to consider, or twice to explore
other costumes for life’s masquerade.
Oh, if only…
the back looking image of life,
twenty-twenty, or so we are told,
had hinted at consequence setting its’ traps
in the choices my tale would unfold.
Yes, if only…
I’d known, looking back through the years,
where the trail that I’ve chosen would end,
that just knowing the hard headed, thick fellow I am
I would do it all over again.